We fall to the hard ground. I look up to see green green grass not 2 metres in front of me; we on the other hand managed to land on concret.
"Ouch," I mutter, and crawl from underneith the pile on, Why is it I am always at the bottom of piles? I push my hands out - I'm still within the the pile one - wave shortly, so the grass comes up, I grab hold of it, nod and the grass retreats inside pulling me out. I sweet smell of grass crawls up my nose and I roll up and sit up.
I see the rest unmoving on the floor, all but Luna that is. I turn my hand and the heavens open, pouring water over them. They shreek and jump up and out of the way of the rain; I stop it, laughing.
We get up and take in the surroundings.
"Welcome to my home." Luna says walking forward.